Blue Mosey #2

I got a lonesome heart and a restless mind I do my best just to bide my time I don't move too fast, it don't suit me well When you move slow, I guess you're bound to trail You're bound to trail So what the hell am I supposed to do I ain't got no friends, it's sad but true It's like they found better things to do I still get drunk and I raise some hell But all my friends say, fair thee well So fair thee well Man, what the hell am I supposed to do I'd make some plans but they'd all fall through I'd put up a fight but I'm black and blue I'm dying to win, but lord I was born to lose Now it's one step forward and two steps back A straw away from breaking my back But I guess that's just the way it goes All my favorite dives don't feel the same And I don't know anybody's name The same smoke-stained walls but it's hard to tell We were ever here, they hide it well They hide it well So what the hell am I supposed to do